Chapter Thirty-Seven: I'm Disgusting with You!
The man on the sofa replied to her instantly: "Xiaoyu." ”
"Oh. Yan Mu responded casually.
She withdrew her gaze, turned to grab the coat on the coat rack, and threw herself into the air.
"Have you seen my clothes?"
The man raised his eyelids slightly, quite calmly: "It's too ugly, throw it away." ”
His eyebrows were instantly knotted, and Yan Mu looked at him angrily: "What did you say?"
Fu Chen's face was still calm: "It's an eyesore, just throw it away, and ask the maid to buy you another one." ”
"Are you crazy, why are you throwing my clothes around!"
Yan Mu's temples jumped suddenly, and his qi flowed backwards.
Fu Chen looked at her lightly: "The garbage should not be taken away, or you go and look through it." ”
"Maniac!"
Yan Mu's teeth trembled, turned around and strode out the door: "I don't want to talk nonsense with people like you, I'll go to Mingyuan to get clothes." ”
The voice behind him followed unhurriedly: "Mingyuan has no more of your things, I asked the maids to clean them up." ”
Yan Mu's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he turned to stare at the person on the sofa, his eyes stained with hatred.
He would never play such a joke on her.
With his hands clenched into his palms, Yan Mu glared resentfully at the man on the sofa without a trace of guilt.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Anyway, it's all worthless things, and it's too much trouble to move around. ”
Fu Chen's voice was cold and tingling, and it quickly ignited Yan Mu's anger.
Yan Mu's teeth clenched and "gurgled" for a long time, and his voice was full of hatred.
"What right do you have to dispose of my stuff at will? Are you really crazy, or do you find it too boring to just take pleasure in fixing me?"
Fu Chen's distinct fingers tapped on the edge of the sofa, and he didn't give her a single one.
"Just ask the maid to buy you some more, isn't it just a few clothes, all the fuss or something. ”
"I don't need it! Don't you just want to show that you have a lot of money, I'm telling you, I don't need it, I'm not rare! Keep your money and take care of those women outside you, I'm disgusting!"
Yan Mu's eyes were red, and his voice was word by word, and he bit extremely hard with a roar.
Disgusting?
Fu Chen's face quickly became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, got up, and strode closer to Yan Mu.
His deep eyes were dyed with anger, and his cold face pressed down, and his voice was cold when he met the eyes that were close at hand.
"What did you just say?"
Yan Mu looked at his anger without flinching, and sneered.
Her voice was soft and slow, with a deep hatred.
"I said, I hate you. ”
"Fu Chen, let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you. Don't you just hate me, don't you just want to force me again and again, and watch me bow down to you and beg for mercy? ”
She took a step back, ignoring the angry face, turned around, and strode out of the bedroom and downstairs.
At the gate of the front yard, Zhang's mother looked embarrassed and blocked the way.
"Young lady, you are not feeling well, it is better to go back and rest first. ”
"I'm so good, if Zhang's mother insists on stopping me, I can only call the police. ”
Yan Mu looked impatient, looked at Zhang's mother and said coldly.
Mother Zhang was so anxious that she had a headache: "Young lady, aren't you embarrassed for me? ”
Yan Mu took out his mobile phone and clicked on the dial pad. "Okay, then call the police. ”
Zhang's mother raised her head and looked at Fu Chen, who was standing on the steps, looking down with cold eyes, and wanted to snatch Yan Mu's mobile phone, but she felt inappropriate.
"Young lady, you, don't ...... like this"
Yan Mu put the phone to his ear: "Hello, I am being illegally imprisoned now, and the location here is ......"
"Let her out. Fu Chen's cold voice sounded.
Yan Mu didn't look back and strode away.
Mama Zhang looked at the resolute back, couldn't help but sigh lightly, and then hurriedly followed Fu Chen into the hall.
Fu Chen sat down at the dining table, waited for Zhang's mother to bring out the breakfast, and asked in a deep voice, "How is Mingyuan doing?" ”
Zhang's mother took a spoon and scooped a bowl of porridge and handed it over, retreating to the back and respectfully responding.
"The renovation team has passed, and it will take about half a month to restore according to your wishes. ”
"Hmm. Fu Chen drank the porridge, which was a response.
Zhang's mother continued: "It's a pity that those precious calligraphy and paintings and antique porcelain can't be restored." ”
Fu Chen's voice did not fluctuate: "Those things, if they are destroyed, they will be destroyed, don't bother too much." ”
Zhang's mother was speechless for a while, counting it, she has been by his side for almost ten years, and now looking at this, she can't help but feel a little distressed.
"Why don't you just tell the young lady everything, you have done so much for her, but she thinks it's ......."
Fu Chen interrupted her words instantly, and his voice became a little cold: "If you say this, I hope it will be the last time you hear it." ”
Zhang's mother sighed lightly and was immediately silenced.
The door was pushed open, and a man in a white coat strode in with a vigorous gait, his voice revealing an air of curious gossip.
"What's the matter? This young lady left in a rage. ”
Mother Zhang hurriedly greeted him, took the medicine box in his hand, bowed slightly, and said, "Doctor Jiang, you are here." ”
Jiang Wenyan looked at Fu Chen, who was eating breakfast calmly and ignoring his arrival, strode over and pulled a dining chair and sat down, looking at him quite dissatisfied.
"So, Young Master Fu asked me to come to see the doctor, to see the air?"
Fu Chen put down the porcelain bowl, took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Wenyan's white coat.
"Why didn't you come here without changing your clothes? ”
Zhang's mother brought the coffee and handed it over, and Jiang Wenyan nodded slightly and took it.
"It's not that you have a big face, there is a big mess in the hospital, you make a phone call, and the dean personally comes to my office to pick up people, can I still have the kung fu to change clothes?"
Fu Chen got up, and his gaze swept lightly over him: "I know that you have a great mouth, go to the study to talk." ”
"Don't dare to be. ”
Jiang Wenyan was seriously humble and followed.
"The young lady is really pitiful, at such a young age, watching her mother and brother suddenly lose the signs of life and disappear out of thin air, for more than ten years, the winter night is the most unbearable lightning and thunder. ”
Fu Chen looked at the person sitting on the sofa opposite, and interrupted him impatiently: "If it's useless, don't say more." ”
The parties are not there, so it's not okay to talk a few words?
Jiang Wenyan went straight to the topic with great dissatisfaction: "Did you have a lot of mood swings last night?"
Fu Chen's expression was still bland.
"Fortunately, when I went in, I kept crying and talking nonsense, and then I burned a bedroom, and I didn't make a fuss. ”
Jiang Wenyan trembled as the coffee he brought to his lips and almost spilled it on the ground.
"The house is burning, is this called okay? How many years have you lived in Mingyuan, can you swallow this breath. ”
"It's not her, I burned it. Fu Chen replied to him faintly.